The Distant Metropolis

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2026-08-18 01:09:25 -

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray drizzle that turned the dirt roads of Oakhaven into thick, sucking mud and washed the rust off the iron fence posts until they shone with a dull, wet vitality that mirrored the hollow ache in my chest as I packed my last few belongings into the canvas duffel bag. I stood in the center of the small, cluttered office, looking at the...

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